Welcome to issue three of Onesixty. We’ve been describing Onesixty as a magazine for “text message poetry” but from now on we’re going to change that description to the much less snappy and much more difficult to remember “poems that can be delivered as text messages”.

Why? Because “text message poetry” sounds like a special form of poetry that only applies to text messages, and it particularly suggests a connection with the mythical Text Message Language of abbreviations. Poems that can be delivered as text messages, on the other hand, can be anything the writers are truthful, inventive and careful enough to make them. They just need to be short.

The phrase is also a reminder that this is as much about reading as it is about writing. Getting a poem on a mobile phone can be a strange and powerful way to read poetry: the poems sometimes coincide with the circumstances in which they’re received – a poem about travel arrives while the reader is waiting for a train – and the 'live' nature of getting a text message gives an unexpected, almost supernatural charge to the words.

From February 14th throughout the rest of 2003 centrifugalforces will be running the CityPoems event in Leeds in the north of England. CityPoems will allow readers to receive poems by text message from a network of PoemPoints around the city, with each poem connected to or commenting on the nature of the location in which it is being read. Mobile phones become live books.

As well as poems written by the people of Leeds we’ll be using some of our favourite Onesixty poems as part of CityPoems. Throughout 2003 if a poem is submitted for Onesixty it will also be considered for CityPoems.

To submit a new one for both, please email your poem to , and scroll right to read this issue's latest poems.

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# 03
EDITORIAL

ISSUE #01 | ISSUE #02   

 
I'VE BEEN THINKING


Martin Mulherin

i've been thinking
of all those summers
but the last on the
canyon edge
everynight smoking cigarettes
like prayers to eachother to touch the
others hands.

COMEDY TIP


David Bateman

COMEDY TIP
One day, hot.
The next, not.
No bookings, no nothing.

Now I do my gags here:
the local tip.

Good crowd, the seagulls.
Laugh at anything.

6AM


Elizabeth Whyman

6am .
I am a wandering mood,
a pavement watching essence
in trainers and diamantes.
Dogs on leads look away.

QUIET IS THE NEW LOUD


Cior O'Neil

quiet is the new loud
deafening in empty rooms

MRS CAPTAIN SCOTT


Susan Richardson

MRS CAPTAIN SCOTT
What do I know of cold?
Clay before I start to mould it.
Untold rows of unfinished heads.
You, my marble marvel.
Your side of the bed.

HERE, WE USE STRONG SOAP


Susan Richardson

Here, we use strong soap
to make our bedsheets whiter.
There, the ice sheet breaks,

disintegrates. That's the thing
with white. Always shows the dirt.

SHORTER THAN A ONE-NIGHT STAND


Susan Richardson

SHORTER THAN A ONE-NIGHT STAND
Too bad
my body can't store sex
like fat
beneath the skin.

Too bad
that once it's over,
it's as if
it's never been.

LOVE


Morgan Fawlhill

LOVE
I fire the gun, into you.
Only one bullet,
like Russian roulette, but
now you're gone.

HAIKU WAITRESS


Jacqui Rowe

HAIKU WAITRESS
Counting syllables
   on her fingers she drops soup
      into his pocket

WHEN U CALLED EARLIER


Gurmeet Dhillon

when u called earlier,
I don't know whether u said
u'd call back or not,
so thought I'd let u know
I'll b leaving by 7.00pm,
& back by 5.00am ur time.
Tke care!

@ 1ST URE MSGS XITED ME


Paul Scott

@ 1st ure msgs xited me
a sudn stream of flrty txt frm 1 I hrdly knw.
bt now as I attempt 2 decifr yet anotha
all I can thnk is
'I bet shes shit @ scrabble'

WHEATON COLLEGE


Willis Haynes

WHEATON COLLEGE

4 years of advanced work
in WASP behavior.
Courses in
fakeness
brand names
feeling entitled;
postrgad work in
loan repayment.

A LONG HOMAGE TO THE SELF


rob mclennan

a long homage to the self

the front tire of your car
cares nothing for my schedule

little bees
little bees

they sting w/ such ferocity

THE AFTERGLOW


Lisa D'Onofrio

the afterglow
between your brown corduroys
and my hardened skin
we create enough friction
for story-telling

GENTLEMEN


Mike Hession

Gentlemen.
We are here today
in order to witness
the single most amazing
phenomenon of the
twentieth century.

May I present to you
the one,
the only